"Bindiya lagati to, kampti thi palken maeeri...."
Lips moved and he tried to do a Palash Sen as he walked into the foggy streets of deserted Calcutta. Fog was generally not a very Calcuttan thing, but then, we always try to imitate others (most people would hate to admit that). It was as if Calcutta was imitating Dilli and trying to make Dilli lovers nostalgic.
"Whatever..", thought the hypocrite. This was his nemesis. He never had been his greatest supporter. Every thought of his had "REJECTED" written all over it and every explanation had "NO" stamped all over.
It was a rainy evening and the hypocrite had just shifted. A new session had already begun. 9937948494.
The Hypocrite: Hello
She: Hello. What happened?
The Hypocrite: You do not sound well. Everything alright ?
She: You are utterly impossible. It seems that the world ends for you every moment, right ?
The Hypocrite: I was just concerned.
She: Well, I was sleeping. You must think before thinking.
The Hypocrite: Alright. Did I wake you up ?
She: Not really. I would have woken up anyway.
"Whatever" !!! The hypocrite thought and continued walking.
"Ab kya karoon... kaase kahoon...e maeeri..."
He did not do a Palash Sen this time.
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